Sevrn

They rode south. Away from the volcano and its soot and ash. And away from that awful, pressing feeling of dread that the Shilen Uul seemed to push upon them. Whatever was in the air, it had even seemed to have a corrosive effect on the buckles of his leather cuirass. Brahim had tried to fasten them more securely, but one of the clasps had broken off. He blamed the soot. But perhaps he just needed to come to terms with the fact it had seen its best days. Maya and Aedar were a few steps in front. The girl had been uncharacteristically silent. Brahim hadn’t found any reassuring words to say to try to comfort her. She was still very upset by the news of the fall of Guardian’s Watch. There were no witty remarks. No annoying questions. No humming of some catchy melody while she was trying a new type of braid on Aedar’s mane. Just silence. The rhytmic sound of the horses’ gaits caused Brahim's mind to wander. His own thoughts were with Kestrana. It was difficult to imagine what state the